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Gregory House sped down the deserted road in the middle of the night. His jacket and shirt pressed against his body from the wind. His right leg gave a painful twitch, but House ignored it. He could hear them close behind him on their own bikes. House had to find a way; anyway to get out of here. He couldn't let them catch him, not now. "Come on, he's just up ahead!" one of them yelled not to far behind. 'No no no no no! I've spent to long running and escaping to get caught now! The only way they would leave me alone was if...' House stopped mid thought as he realized what he must do. "Come on, were catching him!" House looked back and cou

Edward walked into the great hall, a long line of scared first years walked in front of him. He saw the ceiling, and noticed it looked see through. He had read in his Hogwarts History textbook that it was bewitched to look like the sky. Alchemy. He noticed Harry and his friends sitting at the table farthest to the right. Professor McGonagall sat an old black hat heavily patched up, down on a wooden stool sitting at the front of the hall. The buzz of the Great Hall quieted down, suddenly a rip near the brim of the hat opened up and it started to sing. Edward paled at realization what it was. In times of old, when I was new, And Hogwarts bar

"Rex?" Six held back a yawn as he looked at the evo teen. Rex stood in nothing but his boxers and a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. His body shook slightly and his eyes were downcast. He glanced up and gave a weak smile. "Hey, Six. Can. . . can I come in?" Six raised an eyebrow but stepped aside, letting the teenager in. The pure white door slid shut after him and the light flicked on. Rex stood in the middle of the room, arms and blanket shielding him. The younger of the two looked over at Six and smirked slightly, but it quickly dropped from his face. The agent looked down at himself. He wore a white t-shirt and green sweat pants.

“There is a reason why he said that” Cuddy looked up from her paper work. Wilson stood in the doorway to her office. “What?” “House, he said you would never be a good mother. There's a reason why he said that.” “Duh, he's House.” “It's deeper than that.” Wilson now had her full attention. “What do you mean?” Wilson sighed and sat down in the chair that was placed on the other side of Cuddy's desk. “He's angry, angry that you're getting a child.” “I'm not getting on anymore.” Wilson looked at Cuddy, now noticing the fresh tears slide down her checks. &

Michael gasped, stumbling forward, clutching his chest. "Michael?!" Mina turned to him, worry written on her face. Michael wheezed out "M-my heart. . . it's stopped! F-feel my heart!" Mina reached up and placed her hand on his chest. She gasped, there was no beating. Michael swayed before his knees buckled and he collapsed to the dust ground of the old attic. The owls in the corner hooted, alarmed, before flying out the open window. "Someone! Help, please!" Mina cried out the window from the abandoned house. "Help!" ------ "Is he ok?" Michael heard a soft voice through the misty fog of his thoughts. "He should be. . ." Skellig? He ca